No Longer Mourn (After Shakespeare's Sonnet 71) Poem by Richard G Berg

No longer mourn for me after I have
Gone out, for shopping, along Oxford Street
Give warning to all its store detectives
That I, in my sour thoughts, have had my mirth,
Stolen. Money changing hands with love's worth.
Do not bother waiting for some good cheer
For few, too few, have been known to appear
Without coloured bags discolouring hands.
Do not so much as touch your phone's hot glands
Hoping that social media's fast news
Will cancel doubts, colds, debts, negative views.
Let your rambling love guide you back to you
For there, and there alone, shall world not mock
My good in goods sought from Selfridge's stock


Richard G Berg
November 2024